I could kind of understand what Lark felt when she finally acquired power, but unlike her, I did not have a strong craving for it and thus was indifferent about it.
âŠThe number of soldiers is increasing. Adventurers who were sleeping, woke up and joined the ranks of the soldiers. We slaves wear plain clothes, so itâs easy to differentiate us. Thus, it was only a matter of time before we were suppressed.
ăBut I can escape.ă
I had a clear grasp on the exact number of people inside the cave. There were a myriad of ways to escape by exploiting that information.
I rushed out of the warehouse and headed to the âwall houseâ.
The wooden house that was built in such a way as to cling to the cliff â where I and Lark had been staying for three years â was in a terrible state. Most of the houses fell down from the cliff and were destroyed. Fortunately, this âwall houseâ was prepared for mining slaves. Most of the people attended the morning session, so it was virtually abandoned.
ăAhâŠă
However, some slaves remained. Those who drank too much last night and overslept, those who were sick in bed, etc.
I saw the arm of someone who was crushed underneath a house sticking out.
ăShit.ă
What was that rumbling just now? Was it an earthquake? However, I have never heard anyone mention the word âearthquakeâ in this world. I wonder if there is even such a word. Everyone called it ârumblingâ.
I moved quickly and started looking for old man Hinga. The old manâs house was no longer on the wall, so it must have fallen to the ground.
ăOld man Hinga!ă\n
I found the old manâs house â in a slanted position â crushed under other houses. The door was open at an angle of 45 degrees.
Below the house, I found the old man sitting on a pile of rubble.
ăOh⊠So you survived that cave-in huh, boyâŠă the old man said to me, as I came running for him, in his usual cold tone.
Oh, I see. This person is like that.
I didnât realize it until the contract magic was released. There was no tattoo on the old manâs arm. It seems that he was never a mine slave to begin with. I donât know why he was staying in this mine, in the same dwelling as the slaves, but I understood the old manâs will; that he was a man of bottomless kindness.
Getting âknowledgeâ in this world is terribly difficult. Higher education institutions â not only âuniversitiesâ, so to speak, but even âhigh schoolsâ â are accessible to only a very limited number of privileged people.
Despite that, the old man had a lot of knowledge, and departed it free of charge for anyone who wanted it â to me. No, I did bring him food, but that doesnât even come close to paying for all the things that the old man has taught me.
He taught me about this mine. Skill orbs. Slaves and magic. Poisonous and medicinal herb. Most importantly â how to live in this world.
But the old man never ever showed kindness.
That is because,
ăOld man Hinga⊠You⊠deliberately acted cold to us so that we could leave the mine without any lingering attachments.ă
Itâs not that I noticed it because of my skill. But the bearing of this man told everything.
I knew he wasnât any old man, but the man sitting in front of me was exuding a wise aura.\nă!! âŠI see, I see now⊠The contract magic has been released, hasnât it? So, Achenbachâs son died, huhâŠă
ăDo you know the Duke?ă
ăI donât know much about him, but I knew his father. That guy would get drunk and make a whole bunch of problems, which I had to clean up everytime.ă
This old man might be a bigger big-wig in society that I thought.
ăOld man Hinga. This whole mine is in chaos right now. Would you like to escape with me?ă
ă⊠I canât do that.ă
ăWhy not?ă
ăFirst reason is I lived here with the intention of dying here, and the other reason is⊠this.ă
ă!!ă
I didnât notice sooner because I was occupied talking with the old man. But the old manâs left side was bleeding.
ăDid it happen when you fellâŠ?ă
ăThere is that, but also because itâs an old wound that reopened. It is a short life anyway. I will just accept my fate quietly.ă
I couldnât say anything but frustratedly clench my teeth.\n\nAs far as I know, there was no kanji in this world. I will restart my life in this world. I will start from âzeroâ. And I have an older sister â therefore, I will call myself âNo. 2,â as the younger brother.
ăLetâs go. Give me your hands.ă
ăâŠYouâre serious, arenât you?ă
ăOf course.ă
The old man grabbed my hand and staggered up. I supported the old man from the other side of his wound. It was mostly him just leaning on me for support.
I noticed that there was no stinging odor from this person, but rather a mint-like odor.
ăUghâŠă
Despite the old man being like a withered tree branch, I couldnât support him without using all my strength.
ăLetâs go!ă
I started walking with thoughts that I didnât want to let this person die in a place like this. Steadily, step by step. Even though it was at a turtleâs pace, we steadily headed towards the exit. Getting this man out of here was the only thing that kept me moving.
Because this man is the one who let me âstudyâ, which I wanted to do in my previous life.
He cared about me, who was always âusedâ and ânot appreciatedâ by anyone.
In this world where everything was âtakenâ from me, he was the second person who âgaveâ something to me.
And because he knows the bond between me and Lark, the first person who âgaveâ me something.